I hate this. I really do. I feel like I've stepped in a huge pile of stinking shit.
Well, maybe not that extreme. But my oven is not working. And I'm hungry.
I don't know how to fix it. There's no one to call. And I'm hungry. I know it's not a fuse because the stove works. It's just the oven that doesn't.
I've had half my dinner. Carrots. yay.
*whimper*
Every time, without fail, when I'm left to my own devices, something breaks that I can't fix. I mean, how the hell am I supposed to fix this?! I can't just find a repair place. It's fucking after 11 pm!
I wonder if I should just leave. Have someone look after the cats and pack my shit and go. I'm at the end. Really. It's just too much.
Well, maybe not that extreme. But my oven is not working. And I'm hungry.
I've had half my dinner. Carrots. yay.
*whimper*
Every time, without fail, when I'm left to my own devices, something breaks that I can't fix. I mean, how the hell am I supposed to fix this?! I can't just find a repair place. It's fucking after 11 pm!
I wonder if I should just leave. Have someone look after the cats and pack my shit and go. I'm at the end. Really. It's just too much.